nothing is ever so terrifying as the silence. the words you don't seem to say in the space. sometimes i just feel like i'm waiting hours for an answer. watching a picture show for any sign of a crack. and then you tell me that i'm crazy because i'm always waiting for this thing to break. and maybe i am. because the truth is, if i ever really saw it... i don't know what i would do.

i think i just don't know how to let things be okay. i wonder how many years it takes before the looming threat of impending doom subsides.

Each time I turn aroundThere's nothing there at allSo tell me why I feel likeI'm up against a wallBut maybe it's a false alarmEvery answer sounds the sameJust colors bleeding into oneThat hasn't got a nameMaybe I can't seeMaybe it's just me

you're right. i was having a particularly bad time that night but usually i just try to accept the possibility of negative things happening without dwelling on it. it wouldn't be right to pretend that everything is fine either because the world is always in flux. best to just focus your attentions elsewhere...